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Profdarwin-Syndrome & its Consequences
(July 15 )
—> (~,~) What is Profdarwin-Syndrome?
rofdarwin- cute. smart. smart-looking. wears glasses. wears
a heart melting smile that resembles the ray of sunshine.
:Syndrome- symptoms occuring together in a disease
:Profdarwin-Syndrome- signs and symptoms that lead to one
& only ONE thing…
i am falling in love with Prof. Darwin Bonifacio
—–>(~,~) Its consequences
10. I get tired climbing stairs just because i want to have a glimpse
of his oh-so-lovable aura.
9. I ask to “Go out” during NSTP time just because i saw him in the corridors.
8. Stuffs literally fall from my file case because i’m in a hurry everytime i see him.
7. I turn red-tomatoish everytime i see him & it’s quite embarrassing.(o^_^o)iiiii
6. I hang out in places i don’t really like. (e.g Educ Hall)
5. I feel bad on days I don’t see him & it’s contagious & i have tantrums more than people could bear.
4. When i write or do something like this, i make too much erasures.
3. I get unexplainable tummy-aches.
2. My cellphone gets lowbat easily because I take his picture every chance i get.
And the worst consequence so far?
1. I think of him too much that while walking I bump into something-i-don’t-know-what-it’s-called & so i get this really bad awwwwy between my eyes & a really nice scar under my right eye. It hurts so bad that I cry & say, “Nasasaktan ako kaka-isip sa kanya samantalang ‘di naman niya ko iniisip!!”
HuHuuHuuu
Ps.
In short, the consequences of this love are physically, mentally, emotionally & socially dreadful.
(^o~) infinite x’s and o’s,
ichigo bonifacio.
Top 10 things I would totally do when Prof. Darwin & I bumped into each other in the corridors
(July 12 2008)
10. Drop anything that’s droppable so he would help me pick them up.
9. Fake a faint.
8. Slip my hand into his & look for a ring that signifies a relationship.
That way, I’d be sure the apple-of-my-eyes is SINGLE.AND.READY.TO.MINGLE.
7. Ask him for a Photo-Op.
6. Say, “So this is how it feels to be so near you. Its. Very. Unbelievable.
5. Play “Akin Ka Na Lang” on my Cellphone.
4. Faint. For real!
3. Close the spaces between us and say, “I can’t believe this is real. I dream of
you everynight!”
2. Offer him my undying love.
And,
*Drumroll Please….*
1. Stare at him for a few seconds and say, “MARRY ME!”
Hahaha!
Good. Good. Good.
Siguro naman yung mga hindi makapag-comment dyan, mararamdaman ko na kayo dito sa blog ko? ^^
Haha. Peace!
But honestly, it’s more fulfilling and uplifting if you see many comments on your posts. Right?
BTW,
It’s a rainy day!
Signal no.3 diba?
Yay. I’m such in a happy mood today. I LOVE the rain.
It’s the only time that my ‘rents wouldn’t bug me to go outside.
It’s the only time that when you DO go out, no one’s outside.
Except the tiickkk-tiiiccckkk-tiiiccckiiing of the rain.
Haiiiiiz. I REALLY love the rain.
Last Saturday – it was also raining last Saturday right? – I treated myself to a scoop of chocolate ice cream!!
Yuuuuum.
Okaii, here’s a song about someone who’s ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS:
By: Garbage
I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
And though I know you can’t appreciate it
I’m only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
I’m only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I’m only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn’t accidentally tell you that
I’m only happy when it rains
You’ll get the message by the time I’m through
When I complain about me and you
I’m only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down
You can keep me company
As long as you don’t care
I’m only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
I’m riding high upon a deep depression
I’m only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me)
I’m only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me)
I’m only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me)
I’m only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me)
I’m only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me).
And here’s a poem that I’d made up:
(It has no title, sorry.)
Rainy Days
Make me dream of
Hopeless wishes
Of far-off places
With charming Princes
Rainy Days
Make me wish of
Endless Kisses
From my strong Father
And loving Mother
Rainy Days
Make me think of
My “Kid Wishes”
To Swim with Fishes
And fly with Eagles
Rainy Days
Make me speak of
Hopeless Wishes
Of my “Kid Wishes”
And endless kisses
Rainy Days
Rainy Rainy Days
Rainy Rainy Days
Rainy Rainy Rainy Days
Rainy Rainy Rainy Days.
Oh my GULAY!
“Meat is a rotting flesh” -Dante in She’s Come Undone.
I’ve always tried to become a vegetarian. I’ve made up reasons in my head why I really want to be one: I’m too fat and I want to go on a diet, Meat is too fatty and so on and so forth. But the one thing that really made me stop eating meat is the one that I’ve read in a book I’m currently munching on: “Meat is a rotting flesh”.
Eek.
Take for example the beef. It’s really matigas right? What? It’s a dead animal’s flesh. It’s rotting and in days it would grow molds. Yak.
How about the pork? The chicken? Argh. I’m now losing my focus. This is supposed to be all about vegetables.
There are many kinds of vegetables I could live with. Potato, tomato (although it’s a fruit), garlic, onion, carrots, mustasa, petchay, spinach and so forth. There are many delicious vegetable meals that would really satisfy your hunger and would give you the nutrients meat can’t give.
But I’m not giving up on meat completely. I still the need protein. And I’m not giving up on sea food, either.
But on the bigger picture, I’ll be a vegetarian, full time.
Except when I’m craving for CHEESEBURGER! CHEESEBURGER!.
haha!
No really, I’m happy to be a vegetarian.
Believe it or not, I am.
No nasty comments please!
(^o~)
“Storm and Stress”
(June 19 2008)
“G. Stanley Hall coined the phrase “Storm and Stress” with reference to adolescence. It’s three key aspects are: coflict with parents, mood disruptions and risky behavior” I answered with confidence. Prof. Maningas asked, “Could you give us an example of the “storms” that you have experienced in your adolescence?”
The only thing that came to my mind in that spur of the moment was my identity crisis. So I said, “I used to doubt about my gender”
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I shouldn’t have opened that sensitive topic. Now I’m a lion in a lion’s den. I can feel the heat. They look at me like I’m some lessie in a girl’s uniform. I want to cry because of frustration.
We had our election of officers during our Fil 101 period. We were about to nominate for the two Sergent at arms. Since there were only three boys in our class- and the three of them were already nominated officers- the effin President said, “Okay, since tatlo lang yung boys natin, pwedeng dalawang babae. Ung isa pwedeng tomboy”
Tentenenetenen.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Someone nominated me.
Guess what?
I won the effin slot for Sergent at arms.
Misunderstood in so many ways.
One way or another. I’m always the loser.
Loser. Loser. Loser.
“I Used TO” is a phrase that means “in the past” or “before”.
Why can’t they just let it go?
I want to cry.
Could I grow my hair overnight?
But why should I get affected?
Who are they in my life anyway?
“People who mind don’t care, and people who care don’t mind”
Did I get it right?
Argh. I’m so frustrated.
Waaaay frustrated.
College Life
(June 18 2008)
Two weeks. I’m in college for two weeks! See, time really flies by so fast.
So, what happened in my two weeks at Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Pasig?
To tell you the truth, I’m really not that, WHOAH! about my college life. If you know what I mean.
Our first day was really good. We were supposed to meet four professors but the other two didn’t show up. Yes, that means I got six hours for sleeping, doodling and reading that day. Then I went straight home.
The second day’s wash day and we only got one professor. On Wednesdays, we’re required to listen to him for three hours. Yak. But he’s a really good teacher. The only problem is that, he gets real mad if you do not follow instructions.
Like, if you’re deaf like me, that means you have to make sure you listen really, very carefully so that hindi ka mapapahiya.
Eeek. And guess what? I spelled absences, absentses in the temporary class card he asked us to make. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that some evil spirit blind him so he won’t see my absentses in the class card. Huhuhu.
No, I’m kidding about the evil spirit.
Now, this is really, very crucial. I’m about to type here a confidential matter. This is between you and me, my very precious reader.
I’m going to die because of a heart attack.
Yes, that would probably happen tomorrow or next week or next next week. But I’m sure it would be on a Monday or a Thursday. Exactly between 7:30 – 9:00. Cause of heart attack would probably be something named Maningas.
Eek.
I’m also kidding about my death.
But, who wouldn’t die if you’re inside a really, really, really hot room – and that’s not because of improper ventilation – with a TERROR! professor like Sir Maningas?
Omigod. One thing I wouldn’t do when I’m already a teacher is to use a Seat Plan to scare students. Really, that’s what he does. When nobody wants to answer, he uses that effin Seat Plan to call innocent students. WTF? If nobody wants to answer, then leave them alone! Why don’t he just become an interrogator, for cryin’ out loud?
Take Sir Glenn for example. He’s 23 and he’s hot and cute all in one and he doesn’t CALL STUDENTS who do not want to answer! See, real humans still exist.
Bottom line is, I HATE BEING INTERROGATED, period.
(^o~)College life will kill weak people when they’re not looking.
So, I have to be strong!
Hahaha, strong, huh?
I’m STRONG!
